My fiance left me right before our wedding, and in desperation, I took a job as a live-in nurse for a paralyzed billionaire, but on the very first night, I froze in shock at what I saw …….….😲😲😲The cafe hummed with soft jazz and the clink of coffee cups, but the air turned heavy when Jason placed a velvet box on the table—not as a gift, but as a severance. His words, “I can’t marry you, Emily,” sliced through the plans we’d built, unraveling our wedding set sixteen days away.
He spoke of Megan Langley, of connections and alignments, as if my love had been a placeholder for something shinier. I left the ring, my pride, and our shared apartment behind, stepping into a world that suddenly held no place for me.
With my lease gone, savings drained, and belongings packed by his mother’s meticulous hand, I found refuge on Margaret Temple’s faded plaid couch, her peppermint tea warming my hands but not my heart.
The hospital shifts dragged on, each smile I faked for colleagues a reminder of the life I’d lost. Then came Rachel’s whisper of an escape—a live-in nursing job for a wealthy recluse in Cypress Hill, a man so difficult he’d driven others away in weeks. Desperation pushed me to call, to board a dawn flight, to stand before a glass-and-steel mansion that felt more like a fortress than a home.
Margaret Temple’s sharp gaze assessed me as she offered the job: care for Ryan Hale, a paralyzed billionaire, for a salary that could rebuild my life. I signed the contract, stepping into a world of polished silence and cold stone floors, unaware of the secrets waiting within.
That first night, as wind howled against the windows, a light burned in the forbidden West Wing gym. I crept closer, drawn by instinct, and what I saw through the cracked door stopped my breath—a revelation that would unravel everything I thought I knew about the man I’d come to serve.
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